If you’re ever looking to lighten the mood in a room full of seventh-graders, all you have to do is tell them where you’re going on vacation this summer. It’s guaranteed to produce an explosion of excited laughter.
As long as you’re going to Lake Titicaca, that is.
Once the laughter died down, one girl asked me with worried concern: “So if an adult asks you where you’re going this summer, you have to say that word to them?”
Oh, to be so young again.
I better not tell them that the pyramids were erected.